Eastside Road, March 16, 2011—FREQUENT VISITORS TO THIS blog will know we don't usually eat like this. Now and then, though, it's interesting to live different for a day or two. Today's Principle Meal was lunch, when I had a ham and cheese sandwich, yes, one of the Hundred Plates, at a curious place in town. You build your own sandwich here from a cold-table full of bins: slices of Provolone, cheddar, ”Swiss,“ or ”American“ cheese, rather difficult to separate; slices of turkey, roast beef, turkey, tuna; shredded lettuce, lettuce leaves, peppers à la grecque, sliced onions, olives. Supermarket bread. Oh: and plastic squeeze-bottles of mustard, catsup, ”garlic aioli,“ and the like. One employee, who weighs your finished sandwich to figure out your bill.
• Oodles Sandwich Bar. 626 McClelland Drive, Windsor, CA; (707) 838-7353
That meant nothing was needed this evening beyond a bowl of red pepper-tomato soup with a few croûtons and the customary green salad.
Crozes-Hermitage, Domaine Philippe et Vincent Jaboulet, 2007: rather lean and wooden